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frea robinson - momma i made it (feat. twizal cobra & code reddz) lyrics

i remember being homeless
mama thinks i’m hopeless
now the streets check for frea
now you got to cut a check for me
i made it mommy
i remember being homeless
mama thinks i’m hopeless
now the streets check for frea
now you got to cut a check for me
i made it mommy

start out stating facts
but y’all wasn’t hearing that
so i fell back now
i’m in all black
and you got the nerve
to ask me
where my hearts at
f-ck that
you didn’t like my timid mind frame
and your aim
is to sustain the lane
now refrain from this bullsh-t
you thought you had
the only full clip
now your riding in a he-rs-
with no pain
my brian
norm is crazy
you wrong trying to play me
now i’m solo on this stage crowd saying
i love you baby
your mama
raising your kids
my mama co signs my hits
your mama can’t deal with it
my mama says i made it

tell my
mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
i remember being homeless
mama think i’m hopeless
now the streets check for frea
now you got to cut a check for me
i made it mommy

and i’m crack on the scene
got a little buzz
blame that on frea
everything else
blame that on me
don’t test my team
stay strapped liked cease
trigger mob gang
that’s all me
my nation is throwing
napalm on your favorite
running the city
just call me the mayor
raybands on can’t see you haters
putting work in n-gga
no punch cards
even the score
defeating the odds
playing the 50
can’t f-ck with you boys
granny said k!ll them all
twan going hard
tell my

mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
i remember being homeless
mama think i’m hopeless
now the streets check for frea
now you got to cut a check for me
i made it mommy

it’s code reddz made it out the hood
it’s uts i’m feeling good
every move i make
is understood
my g code
playing by the book
in reality
i still play the field
my lifestyle
like a movie clip
all that bro talk
i ain’t with the sh-t
because a lot of n-ggas
be jumping ship
like deon sanders
i’m prime time
when it come to family
i die for mine
it’s about time i made it ma
code 17 so respect the grind
tell my
mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
tell my mama i made it
i remember being homeless
mama think i’m hopeless
now the streets check for frea
now you got to cut a check for me
i made it mommy

- frea robinson lyrics

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